The Conservator's Lace

In the Republic of Meridia, the Federal Housing Conservatorship drains shareholders under a merciless net worth sweep. Iris Thorn, a soft-voiced widow, does not seek reimbursement—only ruin. Beneath starched collars and whispered courtesies, she unspools a skein of slow poison woven through tea services and silk gloves, proving that envy is the only crime that demands nothing but obliteration.